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[conning]

"It's Caffrey. Remember the value of plausible deniability. I'll get back to you."

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[abrightboy]

…Safe? I… yes? Why wouldn’t I be?

[conning]

He takes a moment to bring his own heart rate back under control with a small laugh.

“It’s the Barge, and it’s been a weirdly quiet month.”

[abrightboy]

“Oh. Well. I need advice. If… we’re in that kind of a place,” Malcolm tells him.

[conning]

A startled silence. “I’ll do my best. Do you want to talk in person, or…”

[abrightboy]

“Sure. Where?” Malcolm asks.

[conning]

"My veranda? I'm not tired of sitting out there yet."

He's already putting the kettle on.

[abrightboy]

"Okay. See you soon."

He heads there, knocking on Neal's door and waiting for him to answer.

[conning]

"Come in," Neal calls, finishing with setting up the tea. Mint for him, a mild ginger-chamomile for Malcolm.

The city view around the veranda this time is a chiaroscuro nightscape.

[abrightboy]

“Smells good,” he says as he steps inside. He folds his hands in front of him. He’s not really sure how this works between them now that the novelty has been overcome.

[conning]

Neal turns with the tea in hand, pausing in confusion at how... restrained Malcolm looks. He carefully offers the other man his mug, handle facing Malcolm. "Are you sure you're okay?"

[abrightboy]

“Um. No. I mean… I’m always sure that I’m not,” he says, taking the drink.

[conning]

Neal puts a gentle hand on Malcolm's arm, guiding him inside and toward the veranda. "But as a general baseline level of not okay, is it worse or better than usual, and if so, why."

[abrightboy]

He’s easily led as he considers that. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m doing really well and really poorly all at once. Did you hear what Kikimora did?”

[conning]

"Smashed a mug on someone's face or something? I figured you were handling it. Is she being..." What word should he even use? Difficult? It seems too mild.

He pulls Malcolm outside, taking a deep breath as they emerge into an enclosed space that somehow manages to feel open. It's the quality of the air inside, which also tastes like New York to a T.

[abrightboy]

He looks up at Neal.

“She smashed a mug in Laura’s face. For punching me.” A beat and he blinks. “But thank you.”

[conning]

Oh. His lips twitch into a brief, brief smile, one that he immediately tries to hide with a sip of tea. Neal sits, gesturing to one of the other chairs at the little wrought-iron table. "Thank you?"

[abrightboy]

“Laura’s Warden didn’t trust at all that I would manage her,” Malcolm says.

He sits.

“Why does everyone love this Rogers guy so much? He didn’t impress me at the meeting and I’m not impressed now.”

[conning]

“Laura’s warden should concern himself with Laura’s violence,” Neal says dryly.

He sips his tea. “No idea or opinion, generally speaking. I haven’t interacted with him much. I know Shaw likes him because he keeps her… steady, when she’s having trouble. But he isn’t in my circles, or at least not enough to intersect yet.”

[abrightboy]

“She stayed ar his cabin for her first death toll,” Malcolm noted. “And she wanted him at the meeting even though he had nothing whatsoever to do with it.”

[conning]

"Yeah, I wasn't exactly thrilled about that." He'd pushed hard enough to exclude people he felt were peripheral to the issue. Having Steve there--he'd assumed at the time he must have had some kind of direct stake. Neal sighs.

He studies Malcolm's face a moment, tone one of slight surprise. "Is that what you want advice around? How to deal with him?"

[abrightboy]

“No. He told me to stay away from his inmate. Like I was the one that walked up to her. Anyway, I’m hoping avoiding her means avoiding him,” Malcolm says.

[conning]

Neal’s eyes narrow, his gentle voice going briefly hard. “Maybe I should ask him what he’s doing to keep his inmate away from you.”

[abrightboy]

“Apparently she doesn’t want anything to do with me because it’s my fault Kikimora messed up her face,” Malcolm shrugs.

[conning]

Another little smirk, which he definitely doesn’t hide fast enough.

“If she doesn’t want violent consequences she shouldn’t take violent actions.”

[abrightboy]

“That’s my point! She started it! What does she get to cry?” Malcolm points out.